A/N: The alter egos clash! Tsugaru/Psyche as well as Shizuo/Izaya, Izaya/Namie and believe it or not, Izaya/Anri and Shizuo/Erika, trying to keep things in character. Thought of this one on a whim. Yaoi, graphic sex and otherwise (specifically: M/M, M/F, anal, fingering, oral, WD, HJ, Minor2, language and violence) FANGURLGASM GO!

Let's Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter One

Tsugaru

Heiwajima Shizuo was very confused.

Fucked up dreams were not the norm for him. Not only had it been beyond strange, but it had been intensely erotic - again, not a common theme when he dreamed, if at all.

He moved to get up and stopped with a fierce frown. "Ah fuck!" he cursed. The hell…? He hadn't had a wet dream since he was fourteen, what the hell was this all of the sudden?

As he cleaned up, the dream came back to him in bits and pieces, and a disturbed feeling crept over him. Shizuo had always considered himself heterosexual. Nothing against gays or anything - it just wasn't his thing. Tits had way more appeal than dicks to him. That's just the way it was.

Psyche was a guy.

Yes, that had been his name. Psyche - how strange. Something out of some myth or whatever. Stranger still was the sway that the man had over Shizuo's bodily reaction.

As he brushed his teeth he could feel his clean boxers get a little tighter just remembering.

He had been sitting on a train. Not a modern train at all, it was one of those old school nineteenth century kinds. No one was aboard but him as it rumbled through the fog. Everything seemed off - a pastel hue to everything or one. He was sipping hot oolong tea for another. Shizuo had never been big on tea. Coffee maybe, but never tea. The kimono was a bit much too.

Someone approached from behind him in the aisle. Shizuo didn't acknowledge him at first, he just finished his tea and made the man wait.

"Tickets please," he finally whispered in Shizuo's ear, tickling the lobe ever so slightly. His hair stood on end with the contact. In the dream, he knew exactly who this stranger was.

"I finally found you," he said, then looked up at the man leaning against the booth, playing with an mp3 player. "…Psyche."

Psyche let a lusty smirk cross his face. Thin and lanky, a white parka with pink trim… Very pest-esque Shizuo thought in hindsight. Psyche however, did not have that sadistic aura about him - in fact, he seemed overjoyed to at last be acknowledged.

"Tsugaru, I've been waiting for this moment…"

"As have I."

"A nineteenth century train? Really?"

"It was all I could think of."

"I pick next time."

"Fair enough."

Psyche vaulted over the back of the booth and into Tsugaru's lap, throwing his arms around him as if they were old lovers reuniting. If that didn't get the point across, his lips did, pressing in eagerly, seeking him out and running his tongue along the bottom lip to try and gain entry. Tsugaru obliged, only too happy to feel Psyche's tongue against his, greedily maneuvering for more contact.

Though Tsugaru was desperate for a Psyche-induced orgasm, it looked like Psyche was more so for a Tsugaru-induced one. At least at first. His eager hands impatiently parted the kimono, nearly tearing it in his haste. That hand found an erection easily beneath the silk and started to fondle and manipulate mercilessly. Tsugaru could feel Psyche's own arousal rubbing against his leg and moved to reciprocate.

"You first, baby," Psyche huffed. "I wanna watch you get off, you know that turns me on…"

"You won't have to wait long…" Tsugaru gasped. "It's been so long, Psyche… oh…"

"That's it, Tsugaru, come for me…"

So he did. Right into Psyche's hand, the pleasure mounting higher and tenser until he just went off, unable to contain the undeniable wave of orgasm any longer. "Ps… Psyche!"

"That's so hot, Tsu-chan!"

"Come here," he ordered, pushing his lover onto his back on the seat. He was just removing every bit of clothing he could get his hands on, fueled by a fierce need, when -

Shizuo's cell phone alarm went off.

And that's when Shizuo had awoken, utterly confused and really turned on for some reason.

He shook himself out of his daze and threw the toothbrush back in its cup. "Away with you!" he ordered the half-erection as he started to dress into one of his many bartending uniforms. It's not that he didn't have any other clothes, it's just that Kasuka had gotten him so much… and it was sort of a trademark at this point. Don't fuck with the guy in the bartending uniforms. It certainly helped Tom intimidate people.

Speaking of Tom…

"All My Friends Crush You" blared from the cell across the room. "Hang on, hang on…" Shizuo muttered as he threw his other leg in his pants and half-hopped over to the table it was vibrating upon. "Yeah?"

"Shizuo-chan, where are you? It's almost noon."

"Sorry, Tom-san. Slept in. I'll be there in twenty."

"This job might need some force, I'm warning you right now."

"Great. No distractions this time." Shizuo fumbled for a cigarette while trying to button his vest at the same time.

"Heh. Let's hope your pest problem doesn't make an appearance today then."

Shizuo frowned. "Don't put me in a bad mood this early. I don't even want to think about him today."

Tom laughed. "Maybe I should hope Orihara-san shows up then! I may need you all soured up today!"

"Don't tempt fate."

"I don't believe in fate."

"Lately, neither do I. See you in a few."

"Later."